DAY5 Muizenberg West Beach, Cape Town well this one could be interesting... went to bed and it was raining, woke up and it was raining, got dressed and it was raining... and then the rain stopped enough for me to climb into my flowered gumboots to get to my car across the farm in one dry piece, with camera and duvet-jacket in handdriving again in the dark, observing my far-from-sullen-grey world with new eyes, now with that odd excitement in my belly at being up with the dark society and heading into a life before work. I knew it was going to be muizenberg today - unsure since there really was no light in todays crying skies. but an uncanny faith and challenge to myself, almost always there is a ray of light somewhere to be found, if you look hard enough and a mystery to our oceans that I love to catch the spirit ofpark my car in an almost deserted car park, baron of even the surfers, except for one. ok now what - where was the illusive light going to beam at me from... I take a few but really nothing to write home about... lone runner sober beach silly hardly wave waves.trudging the beach in my gumboots for the first time is like standing in the rain under an umbrella - feet getting soaked my the creeping waters, but toes staying dry. in all my time with challenges, I have thrived on the icy feet in water moments as I roam my beaches in search of its moment.... so its oddly out of touch in gumboots but weirdly like I am walking on water:)and then there it is.... turning to face the long wide stretch of famous Muizenberg beach, an opening in the clouds and a mirror on the beach. its not only about the capture, its how it all captures me.... again a morning in awe of my life and were I live and how each mornings photo adventure can bring such simple humble magic to my day